Bull nods slowly, still looking wary but thoughtful about it now. "The girls. Some of their parents. A bunch of the mayor's friends started getting married at about the same time, which was sort of weird in the first place, but then some of the courtships were... off. I don't know all the details. Some of the guards are in on it, mayor's brother, people like that. People started getting worried, I started hearing about it-" Nevermind how, half because keeping the witcher curious about what exactly Bull is still feels like a good idea and half because he doesn't know how the guy feels about the kinds of things Bull does. "-figured out how to get some of em out. I want to stick around until I can figure out how to do something about it, but-"

But. But it's been two months, and here's a friendly face, maybe even a decent guy, and Bull takes a long, slow breath, breathing him in, and he finds himself leaning forward just a little-

Then he snorts, ears pressing back flat to his head just for a second before he forces them up again, makes himself look neutral and unmoved, acknowledges the empty space inside of him and reminds himself it doesn't need to get filled up just yet. Here and now, with this guy who's just barely decided not to take Bull out? Not exactly the best idea.

He takes another huffing breath, like he just paused because he was frustrated. "I don't know. With all this monster in the woods crap I'm probably going to have to move on soon anyway.

"You really lied about killing things like me before?" he adds, wanting to move the topic away from just why he's going to have to move on but also just really wanting to know. "More than once? That doesn't sound like any witcher I've ever heard of."